Sunday, February 24, 2008

I long to see the hyacinth anonimparting salutations breezilyand breathe the sweet cologne that wafts uponinvigorating gusts that easilydispel the winter doldrums dragging on,accumulating drifts inside of me.I pull my collar up to warm my chinin lieu of golden kisses on my skin.

As angles change, the chance to see protractsbut only if a pupil seeks the truth,hallucinations often pose as factswhen altered by the heady state of youthand even sully patronizing pactsof those a little longer in the tooththat hide behind their overweening grindenial of the emptiness within.

We all require temperate climes to bloomand solid clay to hold us tenderlywhen certain days of unexpected gloomprecipitate their misty misery,and if tomorrow brings my final doomI’ll face the end with much felicityunburdened by my mitigated sin,as haunting hints of hyacinth begin.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Pondering the human plight, this curse that is existence,I’m painfully aware my meager words mean naught,yet still wishing they could somehow make a differencemaybe even lend someone a warm and happy thought.

Liquid desire streams, scribbling impotent hieroglyphics;remember as you read this jaunt, the answer lies within.Forgive me, for I do not mean to be pontificbut much can be accomplished with hard work and discipline.

Alas these words are just so trite, I flounder in frustration—I’ll never pen the perfect phrase or write the sweetest prose,instinctively recording my descent into damnation,dipping in the inkwell as my lifeblood slowly flows.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Hello, how is everyone? Hope all is well. Me, I'm extremely tired and in place of my (almost) daily dose of rhyme that I dish out, I offer a blue plate special of plenteous prose spiced up with some chunks of recent history hurled (bad choice of words?) in.

For those that may not know, on top of my usual dreary hourly job which sucks the life right out of me on a daily basis, I also operate a small diner on the side plus play in a band at night. Needless to say it has been a challenge, but I knew it would be when it all started and I'm not complaining.

But on certain days I get cranky, particularly when I realize I have not had a day off in over a month. My head hurts and my eyes get blurry, making it difficult to engage in any type of creative endeavor, let alone even look at a computer. Hence my sporadic spurts of posting/commenting.

The hospitality business is often a thankless one, though I have encountered a lot of good eggs along with the few inevitable bad ones. From my observations, most people just need to be around other people communicating, great food is a bonus.

Which brings me to the heart of my impromptu (love that word) ramble, for you see, one thing we are 'famous' for, and which requires tremendous work to keep prepped, is our home fries, made only from fresh potatoes that must be boiled and peeled continuously. The other day while paring some spuds I came upon a perfectly heart-shaped potato. Not an anatomically correct one, but one shaped like those ubiquitous red blobs that Cupid takes aim at this time every year. Of course my pre-programmed response was, "How sweet, perhaps I should save it to show my wife." Then I remembered my last chance to rest, which was New Years Day btw, and I couldn't wait to slice into that little sucker, cut it into bite-size pieces, fry it up and eat it!

Friday, February 01, 2008

Well apparently I have been tagged by 3 different people with this award ( Billy, Shirley, Dan) and I am surprised to say the least. Usually it feels like my meager mewlings are being issued by this guy:

But in the spirit in which it was given, I humbly accept and shall now list my obligatory three things that make writing good and powerful before listing my five recipients.

The three things I feel make good writing are:

1. Avoidance of cliches

2. Crisp unique images

3. Loading each line with ore

and now (drum roll please) I pass the feline ferocity on to these whose blogs have been a constant source of entertainment and inspiration: